Page 16 of Batter Up!

“Like what you see?” he asked with a smirk.

“I do,” I said honestly, “but I don’t know if that will fit.”

“Oh, baby, it will fit. I made sure you were nice and ready. Let me make you feel good.”

He nudged my legs open wider and raised his body above mine. He leaned down and gave my breasts another suck as he lined himself up with my body. Then, he looked straight into my eyes as he glided himself in. “Red, keep your eyes on me as we become one. Oh, wow! You’re so tight.” I could see his muscles straining as he held himself over me.

“You feel so good,” I moaned, leaned my head back, and arched my body into his.

He began moving in and out of me at a faster pace, and I started moving along with him. I reached up and scratched up and down his back. “Oh, you like, do you?” he asked while breathing hard.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chanted as he hammered into me. I felt that same warm feeling start to build up, and I reached down to grab his ass and pull him even deeper into me.

“Oh, yes, baby!” he called out. “You were so made for me!”

I screamed his name as I felt myself come all over his cock. He pulled out of me, and I was flipped over onto my stomach. He pulled on my legs so I was at the edge of the bed. “Baby, can you lift that beautiful ass up and put your weight on your elbows?”

I found myself doing what he asked and felt even more wetness when he said, “Good girl.” He entered me from behind and commented on how much he loved my walls contracting around him. “Oh, she likes to be praised,” he said with a grin. “Good to know.” He plunged into me again, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust this time. “Man, Red, I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of this tight, perfect pussy! You may have ruined me for all other women.”

“You’ve definitely ruined all other men for me!” I found myself saying as he grabbed a section of my hair and rode me into bliss. I couldn’t believe it when I felt the same build up for a third time. I had gone from never having an orgasm to having three in one night. “Oh, Stone! I’m going to come again! I’m so close.”

“Come for me, baby! Come with me at the same time,” he said as I felt him smack my ass and heard him grunt his release. I called out his name one last time and felt my eyes roll in the back of my head. I couldn’t even say anything as I felt him pull out of me, but I felt empty and missed him already. I felt a stickiness I had never felt with my ex, but I was too tired to contemplate what that could mean. My eyes grew heavy as I heard him go into the bathroom. When he came back, I was pleasantly surprised to feel a warm washcloth cleaning me up.

“Go to sleep, beautiful,” I heard him say as he lay down behind me and wrapped me in his muscular arms. “I’ve got you.”

“Soup dumplings, sitcoms, one-night stands—good ones leave you wanting more.” —Eddie Huang

I had seen her walk in the bar the night before. I had been attracted to her shy smile, beautiful, long red hair, and toned body that was all in a very short, little package. My dad always said Stone men loved short women. I had never been attracted to a short girl before, and Aubree had been the opposite at five ten, so maybe it was time for a change. I knew I had to talk to her when I saw her sitting by herself for a while and only talking to the bartender. She hadn’t looked around at all like she was waiting for anyone. When I saw her walk to the bathroom, I excused myself from the guys at the pool table and went in her direction. I have never before felt better about someone running into me than when she had. We had such a fun night, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had such an enjoyable evening with a woman. I really wished my brothers had been there, but it had been great to get to know Cooper and Hayden better.

And, damn, that kiss. And the sex. She had been timid at first, but once she got comfortable, we fit together like she was made just for me. It had been amazing, and I didn’t know sex could be like that. Usually, I was under so much pressure being compared to my brothers or from a girl like Aubree just using me for my possibility of being drafted. Red didn’t know me at all, but it felt like we had known each other forever.

I sighed and could smell her sweet floral scent in the room. I reached over but realized the bed was empty. Where the hell was she? I got out of bed, pulled on my boxers, and went into the bathroom, but she wasn’t there either. I still couldn’t believe I had to bring her here to this pigsty of a room, but I didn’t have extra cash for a motel room. That’s when I noticed the note lying on my desk.

I reread her note a few times before yelling, “FUCK!”

“What’s wrong?” Hayden came into the room to see what was going on.

“She’s gone, man, and I didn’t even get her fucking name or number!”

“What? How is that even possible?” Hayden asked. “We spent a long time with her. Her name was…”

“Please, tell me you caught her name!” I exclaimed.

“Fuck, bro, you kept calling her Red or baby or shit like that.”

Cooper came in, overhearing the conversation, and just doubled over in laughter. “I can’t believe you didn’t get her name! And you seemed really into her.”

“I really was,” I said, angry at myself. “We had a connection like I’ve never felt before.”

“Fuck. This is too much “feelings” talk for so early in the morning,” Cooper replied, rolling his eyes and making air quotes. “Are we going for a run, you pussies?”

“Let me get changed, and we’ll go,” I said as I folded up her note and put it in my bag.

Later that afternoon, I got to meet all the other coaches and players. Our head coach/manager, Adam McAlister, was in his first season as a manager and was only thirty-two. He told us all about his pro career. He made it to the majors as a utility player, knowing a lot of different positions, but only played a few games before the season ended. He talked about his decision that he was better off coaching instead of playing despite how much he loved playing the game.

“When I was playing high school ball, all the guys called me Mack, and it stuck, so if you want to call me Coach Mack, I have no problems with that,” he addressed all of us in the locker room. “My longtime girlfriend also wanted to get married and didn’t think she could make it as a major league wife. She wanted me to find a job where we could plant roots and all that jazz. I love Ashleigh more than I loved playing baseball, so, gentlemen, here we are. We got married, had our son Nico, bought a house here in Riverbend and plan to make this our home and raise a family. I want you guys to know that I will consider all of you family, and my office and home will always be open. If you and your roommates aren’t getting along, we have two extra guest rooms for now.” He looked down at his tablet, then over at some of the other coaches, and then looked at all of us. “Now, I know it will seem like something you only did in elementary school, and you’ll all probably groan, but I want all of you to go around and introduce yourself, then tell us where you’re from and your biggest dream.”

There were several groans, but as we went around the room, you could learn a lot about someone when they share their biggest dream. Many guys said they hoped to make it to the majors; some even had specific teams in mind.

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